Once all people received Souls and incredible powers. Some were lucky enough to obtain the Soul of an ancient and powerful creature, but fate was not favorable to all. The world began to change, and creatures evolved. But, it was not the beginning of a new era. It was the end. A couple of months later, a dark mist appeared and destroyed the world. It was a dictate of destiny from which no one could escape. Wain Norheim was the world's best assassin and the only one who didn't get a soul. However, he was destined to gain the power to confront fate. Escaping through a portal into another world, he unknowingly began the apocalypse. Even the world failed to expel him.
"It can't be... Is that him?" Someone muttered while in disbelief.
"Nameless... He's back?" A spectator from the nearest bleachers uttered with a dazed look.
"Fuck... He was sitting right next to me, but I didn't recognize him! Nameless, have a new coat and mask! Why did he decide to show up now?" The woman exclaimed as she grabbed her head in an angry manner.
Crackle.
The muscular man rose from the ground and, with a sharp movement, attacked Wain as his massive fist rushed forward.
"Huh, are you still here? Go away!" Wain uttered as a devious smile appeared on his face before grabbing the man by the wrist.
Wain turned as he threw the man outside the arena to the very back of the stage.
"Don't get in my way. Don't you want to see this fight? I bet many of you have dreamed of seeing it happen, so don't lose this moment!" Wain exclaimed as he spread his arms out to his sides.